This is clearly Fan Lang's voice!

He's finally here!

The sound was like a dragon's roar, roaring and exploding in mid-air, and everyone could hear it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In every word, there is also the coercion of the strong, which makes the mounts of both warring sides tremble in horror, causing a lot of commotion.

King Zhenyu held down the giant bull demon pet under his seat and looked up to the sky, looking for someone to speak.

On the other hand, on the Wanzhou side, it seems that they have been beaten with chicken blood, and the crowd is excited, especially the people of the Nebula Alliance, who finally have the backbone. Hou Guangzu's eyes lit up, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, with Fan Lang here, there is no need to be afraid of anything.

In the distance, I saw three streamers flying from the northeast, like three lightning bolts.

When the streamer flew closer, several of the figures became clearer.

Led by Fan Lang, who was holding a beautiful woman in his arms, he was full of momentum, his eyes were like cold stars, his sword eyebrows flew obliquely, his temples were like knife cuts, and his dark purple dragon wings were open behind him.

To his left is an old man in a mask and a loose robe.

To his right hand was a shirtless, black-haired young man covered in runes that could enhance his strength and some mystical effects.

Both of them have a powerful aura, especially the aura on the old man's body, and there is a kind of roaring momentum of mountains and rivers collapsing. The two of them, all of whom looked forward to Fan Lang's horse, formed a horn-wrenching trend.

When three strong men appeared at the same time, even the heavens and the earth would be shocked, not to mention the hearts of the people. The men and horses on both sides were all shocked and shocked.

"Look, it's Fan Lang here!"

The young man in the middle is Fan Lang, and the two next to him don't know each other. ”

"I know the shirtless man on the other side, he is a pirate, making waves along the coast, I don't know how he could be involved with Fan Lang, they seem to be allied. ”

"King Zhenyu and Fan Lang have a deep feud in the sea of blood, Fan Lang's appearance this time must be a dragon and tiger fight, cheer up, go to war!"

"Haha, it's the alliance leader here!"

Both sides were full of voices.

Fan Lang and the three of them flew between the two armies from far and near, stopped, and landed slowly.

It was the first time that King Zhenyu had seen Fan Lang head-on, but he had seen the portrait before, so he could recognize it at a glance, and at this time, he was already itching with hatred, arousing endless hatred, and even his flesh was trembling.

"Fan Lang, you finally appeared, this king wanted to kill you in his dreams, and today he can finally avenge his son. Xiahou Xing was killed by you, Xiahou Yue is nowhere to be found, and eighty percent of them also died at your hands. King Zhenyu gritted his teeth and said.

"It's useless to talk too much, you want revenge, even if you come, there are thousands of people in the world who want to kill me, and you are not one of them. Fan Lang said indifferently.

"Don't worry, you won't survive today. ”

King Zhenyu was eager to take revenge now, but there was another thought that was more important, and he turned his head and looked at the two young men behind him.

Both of them are the gatekeepers of the Tower of Babel, and they were sent by Xiahou Ri.

Formal disciples have a high status in the Tower of Babel and have considerable rights to send people to do errands. Xia Houri specially sent these two people over to help his father.

These two disciples are both Xuanjun cultivators, and they are not farts in the Tower of Babel, but they have a lot of weight in a small country like the Seven Heroes Kingdom, and with their identities, the weight is even heavier.

"Two young heroes, this person is Fan Lang, he is the culprit, several disciples of the Tower of Babel died in his hands, how arrogant and arrogant. King Zhenyu said to the two disciples, intending to provoke a conflict between Fan Lang and the Tower of Babel.

Of course, the two disciples are nothing, but they can contact the Tower of Babel and convict Fan Lang.

The two have been in Bazhou for a long time, and the people around them have great respect for them, and no one dares to offend them if they are guests, and over time, they have developed a sense of superiority.

Within the transcendent power, they are humble, but here, they are noble, golden-mouthed, like emperors.

The two of them, one fat and one thin, both stepped forward and looked at Fan Lang opposite.

The fat man was the first to speak, and said in a long voice: "I heard that you killed the disciple of the Tower of Babel, this matter, we have reported it to the master of the Tower of Babel, the matter is not trivial, it is very serious." Now you disarm and surrender, hand over all your belongings, and we will take you back to the Tower of Babel to punish you. Cooperate obediently, and maybe you have a way out. ”

"That's right!" replied the thin man, "Surrender quickly, lest you make another mistake." If you continue to fight against the Tower of Babel, not only will you be doomed, but even the entire Seven Heroes will be implicated, and this consequence is not something you can afford. You hand over your belongings, disband your own forces, and then abolish your cultivation, and do exactly what we say, and in the future, I can say a few kind words for you and help you plead for mercy. Otherwise, ten deaths for your sin will not be enough!"

"Don't surrender yet!"

"This is your last way to survive!"

"To give you another stick of incense time to consider, our patience is limited. ”

"Don't say we don't give you a chance, it's already a gift, you have to know gratitude. ”

The two sang and harmonized, relying on the Tower of Babel behind them, with a high-spirited attitude, forcing Fan Lang to surrender, as if this was a matter of course.

"Idiot. ”

Fan Lang only had these two words in response, and he didn't even bother to say one more word.

If you don't have strength, you shouldn't jump up and down, even if there is someone behind you. If you die, the backer will be a big fart.

The words transcendent power do not work every time.

Fan Lang was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of idiot, so he raised his hand directly, and the energy in mid-air converged, turned into two giant swords, and cut off his head.

Burst!

Burst!

One fat and one thin, the two Babel Gate people were both killed, and they died crisply, and they were still there before they died, saying some arrogant words, and now they stopped abruptly.

The bodies of the two were cut off, but they were not immediately dead, and the bodies were lying in a pool of blood, half of their lips moved slightly, their eyes widened, and their faces were horrified.

They always use chicken feathers as arrows, and move out of the Tower of Babel behind them to suppress people, and they have always been unfavorable, but this time they failed.

Failure ends in death.

"You...... Unexpectedly...... Dare to ......"

The two barely managed to squeeze out a few words before they died, but neither of them could utter the whole sentence.

Fan Lang's face was indifferent, as if it was not the disciple of the transcendent force that he had killed just now, but two ants.

King Zhenyu witnessed the whole process, he had the realm of Xuanhuang, he had just discovered the strangeness in mid-air, and hurriedly protected himself, but he did not take action to protect the two disciples.

Seeing these two people killed, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Happily, Fan Lang can be regarded as offending the Tower of Babel to his home.

The worry is that the move just now is so strong that even he, the Xuan Emperor, has some heart palpitations.

"Okay, you Fan Lang! You really ate the courage of the ambitious leopard, and once again killed the disciples of the Tower of Babel, or in front of the public, the Tower of Babel will not let you go!" King Zhenyu said angrily.

"Don't talk about the Tower of Babel, didn't you threaten to take revenge just now, come on now!" Fan Lang stepped forward and took out a card, its name was - Ghost Male!